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riverview2017-06-13 09:15 pm
bottombitch) wrote in riverview2017-06-13 09:15 pm
Cake Catastrophe (video; un: Sly Blue and RuffRabbit)
[ The scene may not be an usual one. There's a fire alarm blaring, the haze of smoke and the dismayed sound of a man who has fallen prey to some misadventure in cooking. Aoba whines about how he's ruined a birthday cake he toiled over for hours, makes a fuss at how he couldn't have possibly got it wrong, all the while trying to shut off the alarm.
Noiz is naturally filming this culinary disaster as it happens and is presenting it live on social media. Don't forget to hit subscribe, folks.
When he pushes open the door to the kitchen, there's enough smoke that it's left a dull haze hanging around the kitchen even with the ventilation fan on full blast and a certain blue-haired young man is flapping a dish towel frantically before the oven. The door is open and it belches smoke, makes him choke and cough as he hauls out the burnt remains of what may have been a cake.
He clearly did not do the cooking by the book, either through sheer laziness or by using some messy recipe and the cake turned out crazy. It looks more like a blackened bit of sponge than anything edible.
It’s at this point that the camera turns a bit to show the plain-faced cameraman, who reaches forward to rip a chunk of the blackened cake up from the smoldering mess, to take a bite.
Of course, he makes a face. Eyeing the camera now, he shakes his head. ]
Someone should teach this idiot how to bake.
Or at least point him to a cookbook.
[ And apparently, that’s too much for thevictim star of the video to handle, as he runs toward the cameraman, hands out to take the comm from him. ]
You complete brat! Are you filming this?! Don’t eat that garbage, what are you doing--!?
[ Looks like the show is over, unless you want to reply to the video that now abruptly shuts off to help this pair of fools. ]
[ ooc: Aoba's dialogue is in blue, Noiz is in green. ]
Noiz is naturally filming this culinary disaster as it happens and is presenting it live on social media. Don't forget to hit subscribe, folks.
When he pushes open the door to the kitchen, there's enough smoke that it's left a dull haze hanging around the kitchen even with the ventilation fan on full blast and a certain blue-haired young man is flapping a dish towel frantically before the oven. The door is open and it belches smoke, makes him choke and cough as he hauls out the burnt remains of what may have been a cake.
He clearly did not do the cooking by the book, either through sheer laziness or by using some messy recipe and the cake turned out crazy. It looks more like a blackened bit of sponge than anything edible.
It’s at this point that the camera turns a bit to show the plain-faced cameraman, who reaches forward to rip a chunk of the blackened cake up from the smoldering mess, to take a bite.
Of course, he makes a face. Eyeing the camera now, he shakes his head. ]
Someone should teach this idiot how to bake.
Or at least point him to a cookbook.
[ And apparently, that’s too much for the
You complete brat! Are you filming this?! Don’t eat that garbage, what are you doing--!?
[ Looks like the show is over, unless you want to reply to the video that now abruptly shuts off to help this pair of fools. ]
[ ooc: Aoba's dialogue is in blue, Noiz is in green. ]
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Fwaaah, you really fell asleep, didn't you? Really, you're in a zoo, just how relaxed can you get in a place like this?
[ Aoba chastises only because it's a little weird to be napping here, even if it does look cute. And happens to be perfect photographic evidence that he surely did not take about 20 snaps of before making his appearance known. Nope.
Aoba gently nudges some fluffy white rabbits and they hop a few feet away, concerned with this newcomer but not really willing to give up their human furniture when it's so warm and comfortable and still. But after making enough shooing motions and noises, Aoba wins the fight and sits down, with space enough between them to take the lid off the container. ]
Come on, I brought two disposable forks... let's dig in, okay?
This is called okonomiyaki. [ He sets the cover aside and hands Noiz a small fork, then cuts a small piece for himself, spears it and then lifts to his mouth to cool by blowing on it. He... fully intends on eating this piece himself, but something makes him wait. He's done this before, right? Eaten in front of Noiz only for him to seal a bite.
So he... offers it to him. Turns his face slightly away while looking at him from the corner of his eye, face reddening. ]
A...aa, please have... some...
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[Like THAT's a fucking excuse for falling asleep, surrounded by rabbits. And his excuse for not getting the fuck up right now. Because he was comfortable, first of all--and second of all, he wasn't too keen on disturbing a few of the bunnies who'd made him nap central.
At least, not until Aoba shoos a few of them away and they scatter easily enough--all save for a large grey lop that's made his lap a place to stay. It's only then that the youth sits up fully, reaching a hand up to fix his hair with a stifled yawn.]
Okono... miyaki. [He repeats the word as he takes a moment to stare down at the... pizza. Pancake? Pizzacake... He's not sure what to think of it, but it smells good, so...
When the bite is offered to him, he has absolutely no qualms on leaning forward to bite it right off the others' fork without taking it from him. They've been here before, and it feels weird--nostalgia being the word he's looking for, without actually knowing it.]
...It's good. [The brown sauce was a little sweet, mixed with the flavour of the mayonnaise... the crunch of cabbage and other vegatables...]
...What kind of meat is that? [Looking right up at him, while still leaned in.]
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100-percent correct! Nice pronunciation, Noiz~ [ Aoba celebrates it with perhaps more enthusiasm than appropriate for his age, but it's also a way of teasing him. Noiz is so much of a shut-in, every time he experiences something new, it's either frustratingly difficult to explain or ridiculously adorable. It's hard to make Noiz fluster, though. ]
They said it was seafood, hmm...
[ Aoba cuts himself a small triangle shaped piece and spears it, bringing it to his mouth. He chews thoughtfully, making humming briefly through each bite. He can taste the creamy mayonnaise mingling with the sweet, slightly tart sauce, the texture of the filling. It's hearty, warming and he can taste plump morsels of sweet shrimp and the soft chewiness of squid. ]
Shrimp, squid... it seems like they just put anything in here.
[ Leaning forward to cut another piece, he offers it to Noiz. ]
It's actually popular to make when you have a lot of leftovers you want to use up. Just throw it all together with batter on a griddle and voila.
[ Aoba cants his head to the side when he considers the simplicity of the dish, because there is one added wrinkle. His lack of eye-hand coordination in the kitchen. ]
But I'm kind of bad at flipping pancakes, so I just end up making a mess.
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[He was listening to everything Aoba said, but when he says that word in particular, he actually takes a moment to stare down at the thing they're eating. Okonomiyaki... wasn't it? Shrimp and squid, and vegetables with sauce...]
This isn't anything like a pancake at all.
[He says, while taking another bite without a single moment of hesitation. Bet you missed the hell out of Noiz complaining about food while still eating it, didn't you, Aoba?]
So this is one of Aoba's favourite foods.
[...It's a mess. So... somehow, it fits.]
It suits you.
[What does that even mean.]
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Okonomiyaki is... made of leftovers, but that sounds horrible! Just kinda slapped together thing you make when you've got a lot of little things but not enough to make something more elegant? How rude!
Or... maybe he means how it tastes. Sweet and satisfying... is that what Noiz thinks of him? Aaaah! This is too difficult!
Aoba tucks his chin in and is slow to take his eyes off Noiz' face as he watches him chew and then just hides it behind a curtain of blue hair, cutting another piece for himself and stuffing it into his mouth in an obvious fluster. ]
It's a savory pancake! SA-VO-RY.
You don't have to put just fruit or chocolate in pancakes! You can put things like scallion or kimchi... the only difference is the taste.
It's weird for you to only think pancakes have to be sweet, you know.
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He can see the light pink dusting on the others' face, so he's satisfied.]
Aa...
Is that right.
I've never had a 'savory' pancake, so the concept is just weird.
[Maybe it IS weird for him to think this way, but... what with how little variety in food he's eaten, at the very least it should be somewhat understandable.]
It's good.
[So at least there's that.]
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[ YEAH LAUGH IT UP. Aoba is just going to... throw off literal heat waves with the intensity of his embarrassment. It cools the longer Noiz speaks, allowing him time to push the hair out of his face (carefully) and respond as if it's a travesty that Noiz hasn't experienced such a simple thing.
It kind of is.
He was locked away in his room for most of his childhood, that will never not grind his gears. Who even does that to their child? ]
...Does that mean you don't know that you can put just about anything in a crepe too? That one we had in Platinum Jail was sweet.
[ He's babbling again, filling up the empty spaces between taking small bites of okonomiyaki with unnecessary and nervous chatter. ]
Don't expect me to be able to make those, that kind of recipe is too advanced for me. Even baking a cake is a challenge...
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He was likely too busy with Rhyme to do it back when he was just in Midorijima, so...]
Just learn how to do better.
[He shrugs, the mess of the cake had already been something he's mostly forgotten about. Aoba's not talented at cooking so he should either just quit--or actually work at getting better at it.]
Even if you can't cook, it doesn't matter to me. If you order it, I'll eat it.
[He says, as he takes another large bite of the oddly delicious pancake-thing.]
...
Thank you. [That took a while to say.]
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... ]
Uwah... you really said it!
[ There are a few big blinks of surprise before he pulls out his comm device and starts to fiddle with it. He's swiping through menus trying to find something that looks like a calendar he can edit, then selects the date and marks it with a note. ]
Today's entry: Noiz said 'Thank you'.
[ Judging from the mischief etched in the smile he's trying to hide and the sly squint at the screen, he's making a show of this just to prove a point. This is a rare occasion, he simply must memorialize this somewhere. You know, in case Noiz tries to say he doesn't say 'thank you' ever. ]
Fufu, you just made me really happy just now, Noiz~
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[He watches the other with an honestly baffled expression. The glee in his eyes as he looks at Noiz with utter surprise. The way he pulls out his phone to record the event. Like it was some sort of hurdle he'd jumped.
He tips his head back, his eyebrows furrowing with the cloud of confusion that clearly moves over his face...
And eventually he shakes his head. A low laugh rumbling out past his chest as he puts his fork down--the Okonomiyaki having been demolished between the pair of them.]
...So weird.
[He finishes the sentence with something that's close to a smile, but it's also close to an uncertain, nearly curious look.]
That sort of thing makes you happy?
You're strange. I don't get you at all.
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He got to show him something new and something he liked, satisfying his request. It also hinted at future goals, as silly and mundane as cooking okonomiyaki and any other savory pancakes he can introduce to him, every day expanding his horizons inch by inch.
Being here for that, that's the best thing. Of course something like this makes him happy. ]
Mm...
[ Aoba draws his knees up and drapes his arms over them and smiles. He'll keep all that to himself, his little secret joy he'll keep close to his heart. ]
It's evidence, don't think I won't use it one day. ☆
[ That's such a dumb line, but it's better than bearing his heart in some embarrassing fashion, right? So he'll brush it off with some laughable statement. ]
Is there anything else you wanted to do today, birthday brat?
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It was all just one big mystery to the sheltered computer-enthusiast, but... There was something to it that had a draw to it. Attention he'd never had before, alien actions and sentences that made him immediately suspicious--yet...]
Aa. There is.
[He moves, picking his hat up from where it had fallen off in his light slumber, folding it over between his hands. Not once does he look away from Aoba, his gaze solid, with purpose--almost intense.
He doesn't move far from where he's sitting, but he does drop his head down a little--closing the space between them.
To anyone outside the small bubble between them, he's merely leaning in to speak to the other in a hushed tone, but...
They wouldn't catch the somewhat suggestive tone of his voice when he says:]
Come home with me.
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In short, Aoba feels himself shiver, but not from the cold. His arms tighten around his knees as he seeks to shrink into himself. ]
H-heeh?
[ Is he really--
It's not like he doesn't want to, he's been holding off for his sake. Here, it's not like they're like they were in Germany. Where their intimacy ground to an agonizing halt, a dry spell as Aoba sought to find his place in this new world while Noiz struggled with work stress.
It's been a while, but he couldn't bring himself to cross that line when this Noiz wasn't from the same reality or... timeline, whatever it was. And yet...
He can't quite say no, not on his birthday. ]
M...Mm.
[ That shy sound of consent, simply a glance in Noiz' direction before it shoots away to some corner of nothing interesting in this space. After a moment, he seems to find his voice again, mumbling. ]
I mean, we both live there... after all...
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But what he doesn't expect is for the other to agree to him. He gives a tiny little cock of his head, an eyebrow lifting a little as Aoba mumbles something about both of them 'living' there...
Ah, maybe he wasn't clear enough.]
There's noone living there but us right now.
You won't have to worry about being loud.
[He's smirking now, still looking at the other. He doesn't feel the need to mince his words one bit.]
Unless you've learnt how to hold back a little, in those 'three months'.
[He's not hiding his intent at all anymore.]
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J-just... what are you --
[ Oh right, he did let that cat out of the bag, didn't he? Aoba bites his lip, cutting his defensive argument short. ]
That's...! It's not just that someone might hear, it's...
[ Aoba, with all his fooling around in the past, seems to behave like a blushing virgin. Maybe it's just that he's not used to being this into someone, so much that his body seems to feel it that much more. He ends up hearing his own voice echoing against the walls and it's absolute torture!
Mumbling, his voice is down to a whisper from the high and breathless stammering from before. It's a good thing they're so close, if anyone heard any of this, Aoba would die. ]
It's embarrassing... when I hear myself...
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It was best-case scenario in a lot of ways, and adding one more reason to the pile was definitely not something he felt too bad about.]
Ah, is it.
[A low chuckle as the other admits to being ashamed by his own voice, and he leans in, just another inch. His lips barely brushing against the others' before pulling back--not letting the other connect it if he tries.]
Wear your headphones, then.
I read somewhere that music can make things more intense, you know.
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That ghosting touch of lips clouds up Aoba's mind just like that, a feather touch is all it takes. Pathetic, he thinks, worrying deep down if his desperation makes him lose face in front of Noiz. ]
H-headphones...? Nngh?! [ Aoba bristles at the idea, imagining... all kinds of things while he presses the cans of his headphones tight over his ears, his brow furrowing in concentration and... that's! Really too much! ]
More intense! Perverted brat, quit saying such weird stuff in public!
[ Aoba punches him in the arm, a little too roughly. How could you give him such a ridiculous mental image! ]
Let's go, before you say something else that's weird!
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He doesn't even raise a hand to rub the area that's likely reddened under the material of his long-sleeved shirt.]
Noone can hear us.
[After all, he HAD said it quietly enough so...]
The only thing people are hearing is you yelling.
[His expression is every bit smug as he finally moves to carefully remove any remaining rabbits off his person before standing up. Pushing his hat into his pocket, and tipping his head back to look at the other.]
...
We can eat the cake after.
[He's a bit too full for it now.]
Let's go home, for now. [Because you can just tell, Aoba--he's moments from saying something else that's 'weird'.]
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